Swimming

Most kids would jump with joy at the thought of going to the swimming pool. Well, not Joshua. He is just weird.

You see, the school has a swimming programme for all the Prepies before this term ends. They are to attend swimming lessons stretched over 9 days at the end of the term. And it's only 45 minutes each session.

But our friend was (and probably still is) horrified by the prospect of going to the pool. It's not that he had had some traumatic near-drowning experience before. He's just too scared to swallow water and have water in his eye, ear and nose. Sissy. Too over-protected when he was back in KL under the care of his grandparents.

Well, he's going, whether he likes it or not. He actually burst into tears earlier because I insisted that he go. I tried convincing him that it would be fun and that he would regret it if he decided to give it a miss. I told him that he should be so lucky. Most kids in Malaysia won't have such an opportunity. I certainly didn't when I was schooling in Malaysia.

We'll see how it goes. He'll probably have so much fun that he forgets to be worried. Which is actually nothing to worry about in the first place! Sigh ...